Marc looked around at the sty around him and begun to sweat. "I really hope that cleaning this disaster area up isn't the first thing on the list." He thought to himself. Daisy was trying to remember what the first thing she needed her new human servant for was and then let out a squeal as the first thing on the list finally came to her. "Ah know!" yelled the pig lady in her southern accent. "I need a training dummy for a new wrassling move ah've been working on. And it looks like you're the perfect match." Mark gave a gulp. "Oh no." He thought to himself. Daisy gave another snort and then nodded her head. "Better get yourself ready. Ah'd hate to break you on your first day." "She doesn't want to break me," muttered Marc to himself. "Sure she doesn't."
Marc walked to what looked like a large pad in the center of the room that looked like a waller of dried up mud and stood in place. He knew what happened would most likely be painful and the titanic sow was taking off her cowgirl hat and switched her vest to a zigzag-print vest and then put on a pair of mismatched socks. Marc was wondering exactly what the pig lady was doing, but he did remember that he was now working for a very superstitious giantess. Marc guessed that Daisy was in the middle of some kind of good luck ritual.
From the look of it, Marc was right because Daisy was standing on one food and jumping up and down. "Cetus, Buffalo, Unicorn!" she chanted. "Cetus, Buffalo, Unicorn!" Daisy then started to sway from side to side and closed her eyes before drawing pennies on them before she breathed in and breathed out and scratched her right ear. Marc was trying his best not to laugh, knowing full well that it would end painfully for him. Daisy then danced the worm as she spoke in an indecipherable language and then stood up again.
"Sorry," said Marc's enormous pig mistress. "But that's my training ritual for good luck. I gotta get this new technique just right. I need all the luck I can get in the Anthro Sumo League." Marc let out a sigh. "I know what you mean," Marc thought to himself. "I'm going to need all the luck in the world just to survive until my contract expires." Marc then coughed before Daisy waddled forward towards the ring. "Exactly what is the technique?"
Daisy cleared her throat before she told Marc exactly what kind of technique she was going to practice on him...
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